Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  Of course she’d done a lot of things she’d never dreamed of doing since she’d met Walker and Oscar. This one, though, would be special. This would seem to cement their relationship as a threesome.

  The words rolled through her mind. A threesome. The three of them, together, in a relationship. She was a little freaked out about the prospect, but she was more than willing to give it a try.

  “Have you ever done it before?”

  “Double penetration?” Oscar gave her a look that asked if she remembered who she was talking to. “Of course we have.”

  “No, I didn’t mean the sex, I meant the relationship part. The two Doms, one sub thing.”

  “We’ve topped together for a long time,” Walker said as he climbed on the bed. He sheathed his cock, then stroked it and crooked a finger at her.

  “Come here, Slick. We’ll talk later.”

  She felt almost bashful as he looked at her, cocking his head and winking. This wasn’t submission. This was sex, like they’d had the other night in the store. She crawled to him and lowered herself onto his cock, taking him deep and rocking back and forth. He felt wonderful inside her, and she moaned softly.

  “That’s a beautiful sight,” Oscar said.

  She hadn’t realized he’d gotten onto the bed too, until she felt his fingers pushing apart her bottom cheeks. He had lube on his fingers and he probed her gently. She was already very prepared for him because of the plug she’d worn all night. She glanced back at his condom-covered cock.

  He was much thicker than anything she’d taken back there, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she was as prepared as she thought she was. He stroked her back as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

  “Relax, Harper. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you; you know that.”

  She lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, really? And what was that whipping you gave me on the boat?”

  He straddled Walker’s legs and gently pushed her forward. “I called it great fun, and from the way you reacted, so did you.”

  “Shush,” Walker said, pulling her forward. And then he kissed her. She was so shocked, she relaxed into him and at the same time, Oscar pushed his cock into her anus. She moaned at the fullness she felt and Walker kissed her again. This time he held her mouth close to his, pushing his tongue into her mouth as Oscar worked himself into her ass.

  She groaned against his mouth. He tasted delicious. They hadn’t kissed her before. They’d kept that part out of their relationship, and she totally understood, since they had been there just there to play, and the relationship wasn’t going anywhere.

  Until now, that is. A kiss was so intimate, something people didn’t do to everyone. She moaned and sank into his chest as their tongues danced together. It took her a few minutes to realize Oscar was fully inside her, waiting for them.

  “Are we ready?” He kissed her shoulder, then turned her head, claiming her lips for himself. His tongue parted her lips and she took him inside, moaning around him as the three of them started to move. The intimacy of their kisses made her insides melt. Walker’s kiss was demanding, yet somehow gentle. Oscar’s mouth was punishing, his tongue like an invader plundering her mouth. They traded kisses as they fucked her, filling her with their cocks and tongues. She felt as if she was stuffed full, and she loved it.

  They hadn’t been moving very long when they both stilled. She wiggled, trying to encourage them to continue.

  When Oscar whispered in her ear, she shivered. “Beg for it.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Oh, please, you call that begging? Beg us or we stop.”

  “Please, Master O and Master Walker, fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She looked down at Walker who gave her a look that showed exactly what he thought of her begging.

  Oscar grasped her hair and pulled her head back, his breath hot on her cheek. “Beg. Do it now or we take you to the statue and let everyone watch you fuck it, first in your pussy, and then in your ass.”

  “Fuck me! Please! I need you inside me. I need both of you inside me.” She could hear the desperation in her voice. “Please, please! Fuck me!”

  “Very nice,” Oscar said, his voice almost gentle. “You’re learning. Now, tell us who owns your pussy, who owns your ass.”

  “You do.” The words sounded so foreign, yet they made her insides quake with need, with longing.

  “Please, Masters, fuck me. I’ll be so good, I promise.”

  “Touch yourself,” Oscar groaned in her ear. “Tug on your clit. Make yourself come.”

  Her bundle of nerves jumped under her touch, and she wondered how long it would take her. She didn’t think she’d ever be like those women who said they could come at the drop of a hat. But she was thrilled she’d found two men who were willing to work with her to make her come, no matter how long it took.

  They rocked together as one. Their bodies molded together, their groans and moans the only sounds in the room. When Oscar pulled out, she looked over her shoulder in disappointment.

  “New position,” he said. “Get up, sweet one.”

  She did as he asked, and when he lay down and she started to straddle him face first. He stopped her and shook his finger. “On your back. Lower your ass onto my cock.”

  It felt different taking him from this angle. Her ass felt fuller and she moved on him slowly. She fastened her gaze on Walker, who sat on his knees near them, stroking his cock.

  When he moved toward them, her eyes widened.

  “Lie back,” Walker said. “Just relax and let me back in.” She thought he would go slow, but he didn’t. He entered her in one hard stroke, and she cried out in pleasure as his cock raked across her G-spot.

  Walker moved faster, which in turn sent her body rocking on top of Oscar. Their cocks moved in and out and Oscar’s fingers found her clit and stroked it. She came within minutes, squeezing around them and yelling out both of their names.

  When she was done, it took her a few minutes to realize they, too, had come. Walker stared down at her, a smile plastered on his face.

  “How did that happen?” She moaned and tried to move, but Oscar held her close.

  “We should enjoy the aftermath,” Oscar said. “It doesn’t happen very often. Just the right amount of pressure for all three of us.”

  “How romantic,” she said with a giggle. “You know, Oscar, I’m still not sure I like you.”

  He nipped her shoulder and she yelped.

  “Liar, and if that’s true, you don’t have to worry about it. You’ll grow to like me and my unpredictability.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next morning, Harper put on outfit she’d brought from her store. A crop top tied around her breasts and a short jagged skirt. She attached her collar without thinking about it, then picked up her leashes.

  Walker and Oscar stood near the doorway, staring at her. Walker was smiling, and Oscar had a possessive look on his face that made her shiver.

  “What?”

  “You need a new collar,” Walker said.

  “Something that lets everyone know you’re ours,” Oscar continued.

  “This one won’t do?” She touched the red leather around her neck.

  “No,” Oscar said. “We need something distinctive. We know someone back in Albuquerque who can design one for us. We’ll have a collaring and claiming ceremony when we get back home.”

  “Claiming? What does that mean? And what does this all mean about us, at home?”

  “We’ll decide at some point,” Walker said. “There’s no reason to rush into it now. We do need to make our play date, though. Which means we need to go and have some breakfast and then meet our new friends.”

  The ocean breeze blew in from the open windows. She shivered just a bit at the thought of the changes about to come in her life. She was excited and nervous.

  She picked up the leashes and moved toward them. “Here you are.”

  They attached them to her collar, and warmth filled her body. Whatever happe
ned later, she was happy right now, under the thumb of two very handsome Doms.

  * * * * *

  They’d barely entered the dining room when Mistress Megan called out to them. She waved them to her table, where Woody and Aaron knelt at her feet.

  “I was hoping to catch you here. I reserved a room in the dungeon for us, and I’ve had three St. Andrew’s taken in. Plus some fun torture devices. I hope that’s acceptable.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Oscar said. “Slick could use some torture.”

  Walker and Oscar sat and Harper knelt down between them. They hadn’t discussed it first, but since all the other subs were kneeling next to their Doms/Dommes, she figured that was what she was supposed to do. She wanted to let Oscar know she didn’t appreciate his comment, but she stayed silent, knowing that was part of the plan now that she was actually “owned.”

  The idea felt strange, but the wonderful feelings that it brought overpowered those that made her think it was wrong. She and Oscar would always butt heads, but she had to admit that he raised strong feelings in her. Feelings that she couldn’t ignore.

  When she was on her knees, Oscar offered her a bit of bread. She wasn’t sure if she should take it with her hands or with her mouth. She looked at him and he gave her an evil glint of a smile, so she knew she would be getting no help from him. Walker was talking to Megan, and she couldn’t exactly ask for his advice.

  She took the bite with her teeth, nipping at Oscar’s fingers and returning his stare. His face was impassive as he stood, motioning to one of the subs employed by the resort.

  “Can I get a table, please, a small one that can handle a woman that weighs about” ‑‑ he studied her ‑‑ “about one hundred forty-five pounds?”

  She shook her head. “One sixty.”

  “Sounds good. One sixty then.”

  The sub nodded and bowed while Harper stared at Oscar. She wondered what he was about to do.

  Two subs brought the table, placing it next to the one they were sitting at.

  “Oh, good,” Megan said. “Nothing like entertainment for breakfast.”

  “Stand up,” Oscar said to Harper. She did as he asked, her nerves on edge. “There’s a rule about clothing in the dining room, and you’re lucky, or else you’d be doing this naked. Get onto the table and get on all fours.”

  “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she said softly.

  “Good,” Oscar said. “Get on the table. Now.”

  She scrambled to obey, afraid if she didn’t the punishment would be worse than what he’d already decided on. People were watching them now, and when she climbed up, she felt vulnerable and on display.

  Oscar stood. “Your attention, please. My unfortunate sub has eating problems and apparently thought that my finger was part of breakfast.” The crowd laughed, and there were cries of “Shame on you” and “Naughty girl.” Harper swallowed hard, fearing what was about to happen.

  “If anyone would like to help me teach her manners, I’d love your help. You can feed her one bite of food, and then give her five swats. Please, though, a limit of two bites per person, and nothing but hands for swats.”

  Harper’s mouth fell open. Had he just offered her ass as a whipping post for every person in the room? No, every Dom/Domme in the room. She shook her head, trying to fight off the frustration he always brought out in her.

  “Me, first! I love games.” Megan jumped up and rounded the table, a croissant in her hand. She broke off a piece and offered it to Harper. She took the bite and had barely swallowed it when Megan offered her another one. She quickly moved behind Harper and delivered ten hard swats.

  “Can we come back for seconds?” She laughed and rubbed Harper’s bottom. “She’s delicious. Truly she is.”

  She hopped back to her seat and Harper tried to pay attention to what she was saying when a Dom she didn’t know offered her food. She took it, then took another and tried to relax while he swatted her bottom ten times. It happened seven more times, and with each one, the swats seemed to get harder.

  Oscar watched her closely even as he listened to Walker and Megan talk. When Megan got up to leave, he stood and kissed her hand.

  “Why don’t you give her ten more, just for the hell of it?”

  “Oh, I don’t mind if I do,” she said. When she was done, she stroked Harper’s thigh. “We’ll see you in an hour?”

  Walker and Oscar agreed they would see her at the play date. She hurried out of the room with her two subs in tow.

  “Can I get down now, Master O?” She kept her voice low.

  He looked around the room and then stood. “Anyone else? We’ll give ten swats for a bite of food just for those of you who are left.”

  Two Doms took him up on the offer, both giving her two bites of food. Her bottom ached and she wanted to throttle Oscar, but she knew it wasn’t his fault, really. It was hers. She was the one who had bit him, trying to get a rise out of him. She’d done just that, and she had to remember not to do it in the future.

  “You can get down now, Slick,” Oscar said. When she got off the table, the subs appeared to take it away. She knelt down between them, angry when she found Walker laughing.

  “It’s not funny,” she whispered.

  “Oh, yes, it is,” he replied. “One of these days you might learn never to underestimate Oscar.”

  “May I ask a question?” She cringed at the sarcasm in her voice.

  “Yes,” Walker said. “And you will watch your tone of voice. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t let it happen again,” Oscar said. “What you received this morning was very, very mild.”

  “Yes, Sirs. Exactly what type of punishment is Mistress Megan talking about?”

  “I’m not sure,” Walker replied. “But I’m betting it will be fun.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she whispered. “You’re not the one being tortured.”

  * * * * *

  They found the dungeon room easily enough. Mistress Megan had selected one that was closed off from public viewing to “break the newbie in gently.”

  The items around the room made Harper more than a little nervous. Three St. Andrew’s crosses were lined against the wall. And in the center was a wooden structure with nothing but rope in the center. It looked to Harper much like she would have expected a rack to look like in a castle dungeon. It took her a few minutes to realize that was exactly what it was.

  She averted her gaze, hoping that it wasn’t meant for her.

  Mistress Megan was supervising her subs, who were wrapping each other’s cocks in some sort of hard leather spirals in various sizes. When both of them were encased, she ordered them to stroke each other to hardness.

  Their groans of pain made Harper wince.

  “The harder they get, the tighter their cages get,” Megan said. She wore thigh-high boots and a leather bustier with leather panties. “I love to see their cocks strain against restraints. It makes them come that much harder.”

  When the men were erect, Mistress Megan turned to the Doms. “Shall we focus on your sub, since she’s in training? I’d like to zipper my boys, and then they can help us torment your lovely little toy.”

  “A perfect idea,” Oscar said.

  Harper wasn’t exactly sure what a zipper was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask.

  “Boys, attach Harper to one of the crosses so she can watch.” Oscar’s voice was deep and the look he gave her said that if she gave him any trouble, she would regret it. “Slick. Take off your clothes.”

  It didn’t take her long to comply. Using leather restraints with soft suede insides, the two male subs attached Harper to the cross. She was in full panic mode. Mistress Megan had said she was going to watch, but what if she changed her mind and decided to do things to Harper first. Something told her that neither Oscar nor Walker would mind.

  A soft sigh of relief escaped her mouth when Mistress Megan held up two long ropes containing clothespin
s. She handed one to each sub.

  “You know what to do,” she said. “Start with the nipples and work your way down.”

  Fascination took over as Harper watched them attach the pins to each other. They placed them at various places on their chests and stomachs, leading down to their groins.

  Walker and Oscar had each taken a seat and were watching the proceedings with as much interest as she was. She closed her eyes and prayed they wouldn’t get any ideas. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having her body covered with clothespins.

  When they’d used every last one on the strands, they stepped back and held their hands behind their backs.

  “Very good,” Megan said, walking around them. “Are they beginning to pinch?”

  “Yes, Mistress Megan,” the men said together.

  “Good. I should explain to our newbie that clothespins can bring extreme discomfort while on the body, and extreme pleasure when released. My sluts are already aroused, so they’ll enjoy the sensations when they come off. The trick will be not to give into the desire to come. And to make it harder to come, I attach clamps to their balls, two for each man, one for each sac.”

  Harper shivered at the thought, then cringed when Megan did just that. She worked slowly, getting as much of the sensitive flesh into the clamps as she could. Each man gasped with pain when she locked the clamps into place. She stepped in between them and took a cock in each hand, tugging.

  “On your knees.”

  The men complied and she stroked their hair. “Lick my boots.”

  They kissed and licked their way up Megan’s boots and Harper marveled at their restraint. They were obviously in pain from the clamps, and yet they obeyed without one word of dissent. Would she ever learn to do that? Somehow she doubted it. It was a nice idea, but she wasn’t sure that she had it in her.

  When Meagan was satisfied that she’d been worshipped properly, she ordered Aaron to stand near the cross next to Harper.

  “Do I need to restrain you?”

  “No, Mistress. I’ll be a good boy.”